dcmk_yaoi | FIC: Healing Touch (2/?)

Title: Healing Touch
Authour: Saitaina
Rating: PG (chapter)/NC-17 (story)
Characters: Kuroba Kaito, Hakuba Saguru
Pairings: Kuroba Kaito/Hakuba Saguru
Summary: It started with an itch...

Chapter Information:

Title: Fever Dreams
Summary: It's flu season...

Chapter Two: Fever Dreams

“You look ridiculous,” Kaito muttered, holding the stack of paper and books against his chest, eying the blond who seemed to be buried under a mountain of blankets.

Saguru cracked an eye open at the other teen before allowing it to close again, mumbling something. Kaito shook his head and re-adjusted the mask over his nose and mouth before venturing further into the room. The table next to Saguru's bed was filled to over-flowing with used tissues, bottles of alcohol laced cold and flu medications, open blister packets of the 'daytime' version of the same, and two mostly full bottles of sports drinks. The mess had started spilling to the floor, the small sick bucket now filled not only with un-identifiable liquids, but what appeared to be more of the tissues and a few open pills floating around, slowly dissolving.

Kaito made a face, setting the stack of homework on a rocking chair that was occupied by a deer stalker clad teddy bear, before rooting around under Saguru's bed. “Where is your housekeeper?”

“S' on 'cation,” Saguru mumbled, clearly having hit the medicine bottle a few times already.

Kaito re-appeared, clutching a pair of latex gloves from Saguru's crime scene kit, pulling them on before grabbing the sick bucket, leaving the room. He returned a moment later with a fresh bowl for the teenager and a trash bag, rooting through the mess on the table to recover what was still needed, and what could be thrown away before taking the trash out, this time returning with another bowl filled with ice water and a few wash clothes.

Sitting next to Saguru on the bed, he gently bathed the teen's face, washing away the sheen of dried sweat and dirt, before un-buttoning Saguru's pajama top.

“'M not havin' sex with you,” Saguru muttered before a violent coughing fit caused his body to heave and spasm, almost knocking Kaito and the bowl to the floor.

“Good, because I don't want to,” Kaito muttered, settling Saguru back down, before placing a washcloth over the teen's face. “Roll over,” he said, helping the larger boy onto his stomach, before getting the rather smelly top off of the detective.

He hissed through his mask, eying the blisters and rash that came from an over heated body, not looking forward to his next move. He slipped one of the gloves off, gently brushing his fingers over Saguru's sweaty skin, grimacing as the blisters broke open under the light touch, spilling the trapped sweat across the teen's back.

Saguru gave a sigh of relief, the freedom of no longer having the boiling sweat stuck cooling his body and making him far more comfortable then he had been for several hours. The icy washcloth that followed was an ambrosia to his skin. Saguru's body instinctively curled around Kaito's legs, seeking out the one giving him comfort, despite how much hotter it made him.

Kaito brushed his bangs out of his face before slipping his glove back on, rinsing the washcloth and running it over Saguru's back and arms, washing the boy's flesh as well as cooling it. “Lift your hips,” he ordered, pulling off the sweated pajama bottoms, starting his bathing at Saguru's hips, running the washcloth down towards Saguru's feet.

Once Saguru was reasonably clean of sweat and laying on towels since Kaito couldn't get him up long enough to change the sheets, Kaito curled into the bed next to Saguru, allowing the blond to rest his head on his chest, holding the Gatorade as Saguru weekly sipped it.

“You know, you really shouldn't give 'Bayaa' a vacation and then get sick, it's just rude,” Kaito said with a quirk of his lips grabbing the hand that Saguru weakly tried to hit him with, lacing their fingers together, Kaito's pinkie resting against the pulse on Saguru's wrist. He rubbed small circles on Saguru's shoulder and arm, watching as the blond fell back into a drugged sleep, listening to the rumbling, wheezing breath that slipped over his arm. “But I don't mind playing nurse maid for a few more hours,” Kaito added to his statement, reaching up to brush his fingers through Saguru's hair.

He didn't know why he was sticking around the sick detective, but something just felt right about being curled up around the larger body, as if he could protect him from the virus raging inside by will alone. Kaito smiled softly, resting his lips against Saguru's temple, stealing a kiss before laying back in the bed, making plans to set Aoko and his mother loose on the blond's kitchen later, so that both teenager could get dinner...and maybe some meals set aside for the blond until his housekeeper came home.

…

“Your homework,” Saguru said, hefting the pile of books before setting them on the table next to the magician, smirking slightly at the glare he received before pulling up a chair, gloved hands brushing through Kaito's sweat slicked hair. “Guess you shouldn't have fallen asleep, hmm?”

Kaito mumbled something rude around his thermometer, before gesturing towards the Gatorade bottle next to him and the straw. Saguru complied, opening the bottle and sticking the straw in, offering it to the teen when the thermometer beeped, checking the temperature before wiping the instrument down with alcohol.

“Never helping you again,” Kaito murmured, pouting as he sucked on the straw.

Saguru just smiled, checking the sheet next to Kaito's medications before readying the next dose for the sick teenager.